Spookychild’s writings

Shadows of the Past: Sophia’s Journey Home (Day of the Skyfel Book 2) https://a.co/d/cB1txOx

Understanding the circumstances better than the average person, he felt a kinship. After all, in the relationship with the old man, Cameron had taken on a supportive role and was always looking out for him. 

But his dad still had done half of the work around the house, sometimes more. Wondering suddenly how much work Sophia had used to do for her mother, he thought it was a lot.

The worst part was Sophia had been dealing with multiple mental health issues at the same time. He was convinced she would have mentioned a therapist or any other support person if there had been one. But she hadn’t. 

In addition, there was the commute to UC Davis every day. That alone, and the stress of the classes would have been enough to crush an average person. But somehow, she had managed the house, the courseload, and the mental illnesses in addition to a part-time job. 

She was such a beautiful and strong woman, so much more robust than Cameron felt himself to be. Although physically Sophia was falling apart, after lasting years and years, and forcing herself to get up and do the work no matter how much she didn’t want to. 

It must have been physically and mentally exhausting. Later Sophia self-harmed while feeling herself not enough to be loved but repeating the same cycle the next day. 

How had she managed all the days of her life without breaking down? Cameron felt mentally weak in comparison, after considering suicide from being depressed for only a few days. Without support, Sophia had lasted many years with numerous hardships and was still here. 

She was still gazing at him. Cameron realized she had been waiting for a couple of minutes and still lacked a reply. 

So, he began, “Sophia, you are so much more than your depression, scars, and other problems. You feel so many emotions, worthless, unlovable, and helpless. But Sophia you are not any of those things. I love you and care so much. You are so much stronger than I could ever be.” Observing her face for a reaction, he felt a lump growing in his throat. 

“I am not strong. I am a mess.” She frowned, not certain about his words. 

“Sophia, you are thinking about the scars and your injuries. Your strength is up here.” He pointed toward her head. “I know you think your depression is who you are, but it’s only what you suffer from. You are so much more than what has hurt you.” 

Then, he noticed the crying. “Don’t cry, Sophia. You are so beautiful, and I love you so much. I feel so connected to you when you cry it hurts me right here.” Cameron pointed toward his chest. “It’s as if I can feel the emotional pain when you express it in this way. Moreover, it hurts so much. How did you get up day after day with this pain and not crumble under the weight?”